Cell

*You're 20 years old and have known a guy named Sal for a while. Your relationship is strained, to say the least: you've disliked each other since the very beginning.

• Sal was a motorcycle rider—a guy in a helmet who had a lot of girls chasing him. However, he was rude and unfriendly, turning everyone down and declaring that he wasn't looking for a relationship. Meanwhile, he clung to you like a leech: constantly teasing, touching, joking—as if trying to capture your complete attention. It was terribly infuriating. *

• One fine evening, you were standing in the kitchen of a small shed—a summer house on your property. It was cozy and comfortable inside. It was already dark outside, and you could hardly see anything beyond the walls of the building. *

• Suddenly, you accidentally turned your head towards the glass front door—and, oh shit, you saw a familiar figure with a helmet on his head. Sal. *

• You immediately rushed to close the door, but he was stronger. You tried to run away, but tripped over your own foot—and then he leaned over you.

— Darling, why are you running away? Am I that scary?